devotion ➶ larry

thirteen

Smut in the beginning woo

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Louis was smiling shyly at him, eyes hooded with innocent lust. He licked his thin lips, red and glossy from biting them. Harry smiled lazily, pulling Louis up to kiss him softly.

"D-Daddy, want you to fuck me, please." Louis whines, his voice light.

"Anything for you, kitten." Harry replies, turning them over so Louis was lying on the bed, hands fisting at the sheets. His tail twitched curiously. His cock lay against his stomach, dribbles of precome leaking from the head.

Harry settled himself in between his legs, slicking his cock with lube before aligning himself to Louis' already stretched hole. He pushes in slowly, a quiet whimper sounding from Louis.

He bottomed out slowly, groaning at the feeling of Louis' tight heat around him.

"Fuck." He moans, pulling out and slamming back in. Louis yells out, back arching obscenely.

"Daddy! Oh!" Louis cries as Harry pounds into him, little 'uh uh uh's' falling from his lips.

"Like this princess? Like daddy fucking your tight little arse?" Louis whines at Harry's words, tail swishing beside him. He shuts his eyes and moans loudly.

Harry grunts and shifts his hips, fucking him with earnest. The new angle is electrifying, sparks of pleasure running through Louis' body.

"Oh! R-Right there! F-Fuck!" Louis cries out, hands finding their way to Harry's back, clawing at the skin roughly.

Harry feels the heat coiling in the pit of his stomach, his thrusts speeding up, chasing his orgasm. He can almost feel it, the euphoria--

Harry's eyes shoot open and he gasps heavily. He throws the blankets off of him. He groans when he notices the tent in his boxers. He turns to Louis who was tangled on Harry, head resting on his chest. The first time he gets to sleep in his bed again after a week and this happens.

The older man groans again when Louis shifts, thigh rubbing against his clothed cock. He pries himself away from Louis, slipping out of bed successfully. He makes it to the door when a quiet voice catches his attention.

"H-Harry?" He turns around to find Louis sitting up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked soft and warm and Harry wants to ruin him.

"Yeah?" Harry asks, shifting slightly. He needed to get out of here and take care of his problem. Louis yawns and stretches before getting out of bed.

"Louis, what are you doing?"

"I don't want you to leave me." He says softly, his cerulean eyes dim. The older man grunts at the sight and runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm not leaving you. I just need to use the bathroom, doll." Harry says and Louis pouts, sticking his bottom lip out.

"The bed is cold." He complains, yawning again. Harry throws his head back in exasperation.

"I'll be right back, yeah?" He says. The small boy pouts again but nods glumly. Harry watches him get back in bed, tee shirt riding up to reveal black lace panties. If he doesn't leave right now, he won't be able to control himself.

He turns and leaves quickly, making his way to the bathroom, pulling his boxers down and shamelessly moaning out Louis' name.

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Louis watches as Harry gets ready for work, staring as he buttons up his shirt and slips into his boots.

"You'll be okay today?" Harry asks and Louis nods. Harry doesn't want to leave him alone. It's not that he doesn't trust him, he just doesn't want him to be lonely. But Liam was working, Niall was on a case, and Zayn...well Zayn was traveling to get his clothing line out there.

He didn't want to pay someone to watch him because, well, Louis wasn't too fond of strangers.

"Okay, the food is in the fridge, the television is on your favorite channel and you know how to answer the phone right?" Harry asks, looking at Louis as he brushed through his hair. Louis nods.

"Push the green button to answer and the red to end it." Harry smiles and Louis blushes, looking down.

"Okay. I'll be home by seven. Then we can eat ice cream, yeah?" Harry asks. The small boy nods excitedly, following Harry to the living room.

Harry grabs his suitcase, turning to Louis and grabbing him by his waist.

"I'll be home soon, doll." Louis smiles up at him and before he has a chance to reply Harry is pressing their lips together in a scorching kiss. The older man drops his suitcase and uses both his hands to pull Louis closer, their bodies pressed against each other's.

Harry pulls away breathlessly, heart hammering in his chest. He says one last goodbye to Louis before grabbing his suitcase again and walking out, closing the door behind him.

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Harry glances at the clock for possibly the umpteenth time. It was only six in the evening. He groaned and pushed himself away from his desk. He could leave early but.

Evelyn came into his office and grinned. He prepared himself for another shot at trying to get him to date. He gives her a tight smile from where he's standing by the window, looking out to the city where a small drizzle has started. He watches the rain fall and waits for Evelyn to say something.

"Mr. Styles, some of us are going out for drinks and we're wondering if you'd like to join us?" She asks and Harry goes to decline but stops himself. When's the last time he went out for a drink? Two months?

One drink wouldn't hurt anyone.

He looks at Evelyn and nods.

"Sure. I'll be down in a minute." She claps her hands excitedly and leaves his office. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He quickly makes sure everything in office is in place before slipping into his coat and taking the elevator down to the lobby of the building.

Evelyn and some others are waiting and they all make noises of excitement when they see Harry. They exit the building, the rain pounding to the floor harder now. Harry tells them he'll follow behind them in his car and makes his way to the carpark.

When they reach a bar about three blocks away is when the thunder starts.